things i find incredibly chic

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 no mascara + blush + lip color

this is so effortless and the epidemy of chic to me. i couldn't find a photo, but especially if the person has light eyelashes and soft features. it's dreamy, 90's, and everything i've ever wanted from a makeup look. you know what else is chic about it? the freedom to rub your eyes as hard as you want. 


 (i know they're probably wearing a little bit of mascara, but you get the picture.)














not drinking at a party

this one is so good. picture this, you're at a party (a real party, not a frat. gatsby-esque). you look hot and you're still having fun. but when someone offers you a drink you politely decline. not because you're the designated driver, but because you simply don't want to.  you watch everyone else become more idiotic by the hour. you're mysterious and collected. you leave on your own accord, you're not throwing up, and no one else is throwing up in your car either. and i don't mean this in a mormon way. maybe you have a few glasses of wine once you get home, and you're still just as chic. 


working out and not telling anyone

working out and not telling anyone is incredibly chic, because you'll look and feel great, but maintain a little bit of mystery of how you got there.

espresso 


espresso drinkers, specifically women, are sooo incredibly chic. going into a coffee shop and ordering a straight espresso is so powerful, and yes, i do think they are better than everyone else. 






quietness
not in a harsh way, but people who don't scramble to fill silence are so chic. making the most of your words and conversations is a skill, and not every quiet minute needs to be filled. obviously, sitting in silence at a restaurant or gathering can become awkward after so long, but i really admire people who are intentional with their words and conversely their silence, because that is not always me. 

short nails
people think short nails are low maintenance, but from my experience that is not the case. i actually have to do more for my natural nail than when i'm wearing acrylics or press ons. fake nails, you throw on a long nail and hide everything underneath.when my nails are all natural, i have to constantly file, clean and shape them to make them look nice. i love the look of a bare/nude, well-maintained short nail, but i can never pull it off. 


that's all i can think of right now.  i just wanted to do a quick, fun and lighthearted blog post. maybe i'll add to this list later...


all for now, 

amelia <3











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